I squeal in alarm!!
Pete looks concerned as I shrink away from a fearsome creature on the conservatory floor. Realising that the creature is not a creature at all, but the fallen petal of a geranium, dancing gently in the breeze, I try to look nonchalant, but Pete is a veritable knight in shining armour and wants to make sure I’m alright.
I thought that geranium petal was a spider, I say lightly.
That pink petal? he asks.
I nod.
That bright pink petal? he says, somewhat repetitively.
I nod again.
You thought a pink petal was a spider? He seems slow to get the point.
I was seeing it out of the corner of my eye, where there are fewer colour receptors, I explain.
For once, Science is on my side.